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Well my name's John Lee PettimoreSame n' my Daddy and his Daddy beforeYou hardly ever saw Grandaddy down hereHe only come a town about twice a yearHe'd buy a hundred pound a yeast and some copper lineEverybody knew that he made moonshineNow the revenue man wanted Grandaddy badHeaded up the holler with everything he hadBefore my time but I've been toldHe never come back from Copperhead RoadNow Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block DodgeBought it at an auction at the Mason's LodgeJohnson County Sheriff painted on the sideJust shot a coat of primer then he looked insideWell him and my uncle tore that engine downI still remember that rumblin' sound'N Then the sheriff came around in the middle of the nightHeard mama cryin', knew something wasn't rightHe was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly loadYou could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the Army on my birthdayThey draft the white trash first,'round here anywayI done two tours of duty in VietnamI came home with a brand new planI'd take the seed from Colombia and MexicoI just plant it at the holler down Copperhead RoadNow the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the airI wake up screaming like I'm back over thereI learned a thing or two from Charlie don't you knowYou better stay away from Copperhead Road